[ that's incredible. if anyone had said that to him a couple of hours ago, with magic a far away unfamiliar and uncomfortable reality of this new world, he would've scoffed. now, at least in present company, it's something real and substantial, and the idea of apples kept magically still against the impending force of something as everyday as a baseball bat -
calling it "magical" is a waste of words, but John's touched by something of what it might be like to feel the bright awe associated with the stuff. there's smothered joy layered into his voice. ]
Jesus. The ricochet on that must've been fun.
[ hit at an apple expecting it to fly or explode and it just stands still, all that force has to go somewhere. ]
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calling it "magical" is a waste of words, but John's touched by something of what it might be like to feel the bright awe associated with the stuff. there's smothered joy layered into his voice. ]
Jesus. The ricochet on that must've been fun.
[ hit at an apple expecting it to fly or explode and it just stands still, all that force has to go somewhere. ]